Catching Up: Part Two
So onward away from my fictional lives to my real life. As some of you learned at Tim’s very enjoyable birthday get together. I am currently a man of leisure, jobless but not destitute. Yes, I am looking for something new. Yes, I am allowing myself to be lazy about it. No, I’m not proud of the fact. Yes, you may ask me if I have found work yet. Yes, I will turn every jaded sarcastically mean spirited bastard thought I have on you in self-indulgent fury at having inadvertently reminded me of my personal failure to date to find employment. It will be fun. We’ll make a party of it.
Insert porn music as supplied by Tucker from volume four of Red vs. Blue as a tension breaker.
I never did tell you what happened on May 24 as promised. Here you go: I was riding the bus from 22nd street station. I was heading to Taco Del Mar after work. The bus got as far as Fifth Street then stopped. There was a wall of grey white smoke before us. Out of which I could see a mini van on fire. The bus was parked behind the mini van by two car lengths. The driver just sat there, people boarded the bus and waited. I looked to my direct right and saw the Esso station was doing good business. To my right I looked up at the three-story wall of glass that is the old entrance to the Zellers in the mall. Up the road is a canyon of concrete and steel. If the mini van blows up there is no way I’m not going to die. The mini van driver was running around trying to put out the fire by fanning it with his jacket. No one was batting an eye. No one was running to help him, people walked by the scene not two feet from it. People were pumping gas talking to their buddies, people just drove by like nothing was going on. The Esso station attended stepped out of his booth to fix the bop bottle display. I stood up, got off the bus and walked away in the opposite direction looking to but big buildings between the whole affair and me as quickly as possible. A few minutes passed before I heard the faintest of sirens in the air. It all felt like the start of one of those God awful bad horror films where death stalks the people that got away. I was disgusted with myself for not doing anything to help.
Moving on in the tour of my recent life we see that I’ve still not got a girlfriend. The last one broke up with me after New Years. It was a caustic event. I do feel scars, no that wasn’t a call for pity mail. Save that for Captain Emo and the Dysfunctional Rangers elsewhere in blog land. I’m not going to name names. I’m also smiling as I write that last bit. May face hurts now. I feel bitter about woman now, capricious feckless emotional puppeteers the lot of them. I’m going back to being celibate, less stress that way.
Robert and Phil haven’t been around lately. Robert went to Chek (sp) for a month to see his family back there. I miss late night coffee and rolling conversations with him. Phil is living in Florida for two months to see the birth of his son and to begin setting up house. I miss the constant stream of conversation with him as well. My closest friends are the ones who know how to have a dialogue with me that doesn’t centre wholly on them selves.
What else in my life… nothing really, God, I’m dull. Oh, turns out the house has had cable TV for the last two months. I think it’s hysterical when we moved in we made the decision to not have it and spent months convincing ourselves of this fact. Then we were all happy not to have it until the day we found we’d had it all along and no one knew. Then it was all testosterone chest thumping anger and territory reclaiming for having been apparently duped. Now some in the house are upset that what we didn’t want was there all along to be taken. No seriously, I laughed insanely.
Right that’s it nothing else to see here, well other then my gaming. Hell, my gaming addiction may as well be heroin. I’m going for a smoke.